Midorima kept an emotionless face on, rather than saying he kept a emotionless face on...well it was more so that he HAD an emotionless face; save for those irritating moments. Midorima sighed, noticing Takao's constant emotional stares at him; he had a godforsaken grin that covered half of his face. The man was ruining his peaceful rickshaw ride with his abrupt stops to stare at him.
"...What do you want Takao?" Midorima, irritated, spat at Takao.
"Nothing, Shin-chan!"
Takao kept his eyes on the road, afraid of Midorima and his green aura after hearing the scowl in his voice. It wasn't until after practice that Midorima understood why Takao was acting more like an idiot than usual.
Midorima peeled off his basketball jersey; he faintly enjoyed the feel of nothing clinging to his sweaty body. Midorima pulled down his basketball shorts, lifting one leg to remove the article of clothing when suddenly he felt a push.
"Good game out there Midorima!" Ootsuba shouted as he ran by, slapping Midorima's back.
Midorima placed his hands in front of him, knowing he would need to break his fall. But the sudden impact wasn't the biggest of his surprises when he saw Takao sprawled under him. Midorima's eyebrows furrowed at the sight of Takao's pink cheeks and embarrassed expression, in fact he seemed almost...lewd. Midorima got up and handed Takao one of his hands but Takao looked the other way and got himself up.
"What is up with you today, Takao?"
Midorima was exasperated by Takao's recent odd behavior. He kept looking at Takao, expecting an answer, only getting irritated when he realized Takao wasn't even looking at him. He followed Takao's line of sight to Takao's bulge in his pants. 'Oh.' Midorima realized inside his head. A lot of things suddenly clicked inside Midorima's head with an apparent more than obvious answer. Takao harbored romantic feelings for the handsome green haired giant.
Midorima knew what he had to do, although genuinely he did not want to. He was slightly infuriated by the trouble Takao was giving him. Midorima did not and could not reciprocate Takao's feeling.
"Takao we need to talk."
"Don't…don't look at me like that Shin-chan! I can already tell what you're gonna say!" Takao's eyes watered, punching the row of lockers in front of him in frustration.
Midorima could feel the curious gazes around him and he had to quickly make up his mind about what to do with the situation. Midorima quickly changed his clothes, taking what he needed from his locker and what Takao would need from his as well. He knew his basketball partner well, better than anyone else on the basketball team. He grabbed the half dressed man by the arm and shoved him roughly against the outside wall of the boys locker room, devoid of any other person who could listen in on their conversation. He roughly threw Takao's clothing at him so he could finish changing.
"I do not like you back, idiot. I cannot return your foolish feelings, Takao. You will get over me."
"You can't tell me you understand how I feel for you Shin-chan!" Takao grabbed the front of Midorima's shirt, pulling him down. Takao leaned forward and placed a rough and chaste kiss onto Midorima's lips, pouring all his affection towards him.
Midorima pushed Takao off of him, punching him in the face. Midorima's eyes were colored red with fury. He was angry by Takao's actions and quickly wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand.
"What are you doing?! Grow up, Takao!"
Midorima grabbed his duffel bag and stomped towards the front of the school gate.
I'm frankly pretty much done with this story. I'm not sure if I want to make it longer and expand on it. At the moment it could be about 4 short chapters...
It's already a little erratic so I am not sure I want to make it worse, haha...